The Electrician's on the Third Floor

She used her access card to get off the elevator on the third floor. Most of the buildings mechanical and electrical ran from this floor. It had no windows, and aside from a couple locked doors and painted cinder block wall, it was just a labyrinth of pipe, ducts and wires. Most people in the building would never even see the elevator stop here, never mind be able to get out here. Candice only had access due to the ongoing communication system upgrades.

Passing through a door from the elevator lobby the dull buzzing of the room became a constant static.

Candice made a mental note of how normally it was just comfortably warm especially compared to the rest of the building feeling cold.

Today though, it felt like a sauna, or a day where Candice would normally just bask her ebony figure on a beach. A nude beach... Ooh... the thought...

She stopped for a moment putting down the coffee she had brought down. Her bra had been bugging her since the meeting, she quickly took off her blouse hanging it on a unistrut as she removed her bra and discarded it.

She examined the hard dark buds on the tips of her pert b cup breasts. Her breasts felt unusually sensitive to the touch, giving her a hard time resisting continuing to rub them there.

Fuck!

She was going to get fucked. She didn't care about having protection, she needed to get this horniness out of her. She put her blouse back on, this time leaving the top three button undone. She pulled her short hair back into a bun, and reached up her skirt to brush her pussy gently. Grinning widely at the sensation of her finger brushing across her wet slit, she couldn't wait to feel a cock grind across her clit.

Licking her finger with a smile she continued on her way to the East communication room. Sure enough there were four electricians hanging around shooting the shit, their conversations going eerily silent with the appearance of a woman.

"Hey guys, I heard you were stuck waiting down here. Thought I could bring you guys some coffee. Maybe help the time pass." Candice smiled passing out the cups examining the guys with almost a predatory tact.

The foreman was a middle aged fellow, dark black hair, a tanned complexion with a clean cut beard. He chewed on a toothpick his average figure easily defined by his well fitted golf shirt and jeans. Candice soon learned his name was Carlos.

To his left was a clean cut 30 something, clearly from a Mediterranean nation, he had a slimmer figure topped by a narrow chiseled jaw which supported a slight sarcastic grin. He was Dion.

Then there was Rob, he sported a chin strap and a grin that made it hard to believe he took anything seriously. He wasn't as lean as Dion but his short stature kept him from easily being size compared to Carlos.

The fourth one was an apprentice. She didn't catch his name. He was young and scrawny, barely 19 or 20. His fair complexion sported a dirty blonde mess and a peach fuzz chinstrap. He seemed to just try to go along with everyone and didn't speak up much.

Before long they were handing back empty mugs, Candice had been enjoying the periodically snuck peeks, many at her almost half undone blouse. Several times she arched her back pushing her small pert breasts forward as best she could to reveal her bare breasts awaiting anyone below the blouse. She wanted the conversation to be a bit more lewd, but these guys kept it clean... Sadly.

Candice wondered if the water from her bottle had any effect on these guys. Maybe brewing it in coffee had done something to it? Did it not have any effect on anyone else? Was she always ignorant of just how sexually driven she could be.

She had hoped for some compliment, or an off hand sexist remark. But nothing like that had happened. They had kept the conversation clean, and civilized. Where was the stereotypical sexist remarks? Where were the pigs she wanted to exploit for a desperately needed fuck? Why did they avoid asking about her?

She glanced at her phone, the background image had changed again. This time there was no incubus. It was her, her jaw dropped slightly. The image aroused her more than she could have ever imagined. Her body seemed almost electric with a buzz all over.

The image had a side view showing her being double penetrated, while sucking one cock and stroking another. She felt envious of the image. The centre of all the attention, all those cocks. Her mouth almost seemed to water.

"Which one of you has the biggest dick?" She couldn't believe she just asked that. How could she be so cocky and arrogant? She liked it. She wanted the answer.

"I do." Rob blurted with a chuckle quickly losing his laugh and grin as Carlos smacked his shoulder.

"Look, we don't want any trouble or politics. That's why we keep clear of office staff and steer clear of anything that might be interpreted as harassment." Carlos stated calmly with a stern face. "Just get out of here."

"No!" Candice replied sternly putting the cups down on the floor. "Look. I came here looking to get fucked indiscriminantly, by anyone I can!" Candice began shouting turning and stomping up to Carlos, something clenched in her hands that none of the guys had noticed before.

Carlos with almost a foot of height over her stepped up and looked down at her, loudly he began to enunciate, "GO. AW..."

Carlos found his word interrupted when Candice forcefully shoved some sort of wet cloth in his mouth and shoved him over on his ass with unexpected ****.

His crew stood there stunned, watching as Candice promptly unbuttoned her blouse and begun stripping her skirt.

"Boys, come on. We've known each other all of 15 minutes. I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Candice taunted looking around at the three faces stunned with shock at this sudden aggressive sexual invite.

Carlos meanwhile slowly removed the cloth from his mouth, first there was something strangely intoxicating about the coffee, but now this tasty... panties?

His eyes went wide with disbelief. Part of him wondered if she really did just gag him, mid word with her panties as he began pulling them slowly out of his mouth.

Part of him wondered if her juices were that tasty. Part of him didn't want them to leave his lips.

And part of him just wanted to release the erect pressure in his pants.

Candice was there in the middle of all four of them pulling her blouse tight down against her perky nipples.

"Come on boys, your pick of hole."